Goujons: A Jeremiad.

So we're in a building with rudimentary enough canteen facilities. Microwave, toaster kettle etc., so most people bring their lunches with them, or go down to the local shops/cafes/restaurants. Today I didnt bring lunch, kids were off school so I snuck (sic?) out of the house rather than clattering around the kitchen making sandwiches.

My man (adjacent cubicle drone) anyway said around lunchtime, that he didnt bring his lunch either , and would we go out for a sandwich. I said, will we go to the (modest) restaurant beside us. He said "fine, but I might have to borrow a fiver". I said "my treat, no worries".

In we go, I order the toasted special at 6.50, hand my menu to the waitress. My man says he'll have the chicken goujons with chips and salad.

So after horsing down the grub, I go up to pay. 18euro it came to (11.50 for his (saucy enough for f**kin goujons!!). As i was entering in my PIN, he said he had 7 euro and offered a handful of shrapnel. Surprised he had any money, I said "ah no, hang onto it, get me next time". The went back into his pocket in a blur.

Now I know I had offered to pay as "my treat", thinking he had f**k all cash, but am I right in thinking the cute Kerry hoor stiffed me? He had 7, and could have got the tasted special, or even cheaper sandwiches, or soup and a roll etc. No, when he got wind I would be paying he ordered the f**kin goujons.

Seeing as I am leaving next week, was i stiffed, he has no intention of getting me back?
Should I have taken his 7, and cleaned him out?
Should he have gotten something with the money he had?
Should I order steak next week?
Should I just blast him with piss, and to hell with his f**kin goujons?

I dont know if i'll be able to sleep playing this out in my mind tonight...